The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Almost at the same time when the scorpion was trapped, the man did not hesitate to offer a first-class high-quality speeding talisman, and pulled the distressed woman to fly away desperately.

"This talisman can only trap this evil beast for a moment. We can't break its scales and armor defense. We must leave quickly!"

As if to confirm the man's words, as the purple-red scorpion roared angrily, its sturdy body began to grow, and a very thick green root bound on its back broke with a bang, and broken wood chips flew all over the sky.

The two people who had already escaped several miles away saw this scene, and they desperately injected their magic power into the magic weapon under them, and soon disappeared into the horizon.

"Bang! Bang!"

The purple-red scorpion was extremely angry, struggling hard, breaking off several green roots in succession, and was about to escape and regain freedom.

Suddenly, a figure appeared above the scorpion's head, the yellow-haired man!

"Haha, I knew that Uncle Chen loved Sister Chen Lian so much that he would definitely give her a talisman to save her life. Now this demon beast in the Tongming realm is my prey!"

The yellow-haired man was so excited that his voice was trembling, but he did not slow down at all. He raised his hand and offered a green talisman. A golden bird suddenly flew out of it, and with a clear cry that resounded through the sky, it rushed towards the purple-red poisonous scorpion that was tied up tightly.

Accompanied by a huge whistle, the trees on the ground fell down, and boulders flew across. The big bird rushed towards the purple-red poisonous scorpion like a golden meteorite, and its huge sharp beak flashed with light and pecked at the top of the poisonous scorpion's head.

At this critical moment of life and death, the purple-red poisonous scorpion looked at the golden bird rushing towards it with two strange eyes, showing a fearful expression, and kept roaring, breaking one green root after another.

"Hehe, this Qingtian Phoenix is ​​a bird, it specializes in eating small reptiles like you, just wait for death!"

The yellow-haired man laughed wildly, holding a huge axe flashing with golden light in both hands, and chopped down closely following Qingtian Phoenix.

The target was the head of the purple-red poisonous scorpion.

The purple-red poisonous scorpion knew that it was not good. This Qingtian Phoenix specializes in suppressing poisonous insects like itself, and it is born with blood suppression. Its strength will be directly halved in front of it. What's worse is that it can't break free from the green roots for a while.

Seeing that the giant beak was about to peck at itself, the monster's eyes showed a fierce look in despair.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

It opened its mouth, and a blue-black poison gas turned into a hurricane and whistled upwards. At the same time, the two large claws separated from the body at the same time and hit the abdomen of Qingtian Phoenix fiercely.

As the two large claws left the body, the breath of the poisonous scorpion suddenly weakened a lot, and the power to break free from the green roots was greatly reduced. It was firmly tied by the remaining roots and could not move.

The blue-black hurricane was violent and carried a strong fishy smell. It blew the wings of Qing Tian Feng slightly out of shape, and the dazzling golden light on its body also dimmed a lot, stained with a layer of blue-black. The two purple-red claws then faced the two sharp claws grabbed by Qing Tian Feng. With a loud bang, red and golden light shone everywhere, and the two purple-red claws were shaken away hundreds of feet. The figure of Qing Tian Feng also paused slightly, and the force of the downward impact was greatly reduced.

Qing Tian Feng cried angrily, vibrated its wings and continued to impact downward, and its huge beak pecked fiercely at the head of the purple-red poisonous scorpion, trying to open it and peck it to pieces.

Sun Jian, who was holding a giant axe in the back and following the downward impact, did not expect that the purple-red poisonous scorpion would still have the strength to fight back when it was bound. Seeing the whistling blue-black hurricane, he was immediately horrified and immediately held his breath and flew backwards.

Although the Qing Tian Feng in front almost completely blocked the hurricane, a trace of poison gas still stained his right leg.

Sun Jian's whole body of magic power suddenly stagnated, and he fell from the sky.

"Woo~"

The purple-red poisonous scorpion let out a shrill scream, its head was opened, and its brains burst out. In extreme pain, it kept rolling on the ground, hitting sand and stones everywhere.

The Qingtianfeng, who had completed the fatal blow, had exhausted its power, and its huge body quickly disappeared.

"Ah! Ah!"

Sun Jian, who fell heavily nearby, had a bloody head and looked extremely painful. He took all the detoxification and healing pills on his body, sat cross-legged and operated his whole body's magic power, trying to expel the poison of the purple-red poisonous scorpion from his body.

His right leg, which was contaminated with poison, was already purple-red, and the skin below the calf had completely melted away. Blood kept oozing out, looking extremely hideous and terrifying, and the purple-red color was still spreading to the thigh.

As the power of the pill dissolved, the purple-red color gradually stopped spreading, and the situation stabilized, which made the extremely nervous Sun Jian breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, as long as I can temporarily control the poison, I will go forward and kill the broken scorpion!"

"Hehe, I've made a fortune this time. The corpse of a demon beast in the Tongming realm is worth tens of thousands of spirit stones! The two large claws are rare refining materials, which can be used to refine Xuan-level magic tools."

"With so many golden sunflowers, I will definitely enter the foundation-building realm. When I hold a Xuan-level magic tool in my hand, how majestic and domineering!"

He looked at the scorpion that was constantly rolling and exhausted, and showed an extremely excited smile. Then he gathered his mind and tried his best to expel the poison.

The scorpion kept rolling. Although the power of the roots that tightly bound its body had disappeared by more than half and became only as thick as a thigh, the severely injured scorpion could not break free.

As the scorpion rolled to a sandy ground, a sudden change occurred!

A figure suddenly jumped out from the ground, holding a long sword with flames, and stabbed it into the scorpion's broken head, stirring it fiercely, smashing everything inside.

The scorpion bounced weakly, and then stood still.

Zhan Nianchuan waved his hand and put the scorpion's body and green roots into the small animal skin bag, then looked at Sun Jian's hiding place, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.

I saw a purple-red thigh with melted skin lying quietly on the ground, and black and red dirty blood kept flowing out of it.

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Dozens of miles ahead, Sun Jian's eyes were extremely gloomy. A layer of spiritual medicine powder had been smeared on the broken leg. He was trying his best to control the magic weapon to fly and desperately rushed to a Changhe Sect disciple hundreds of miles away.

Now he was seriously injured and his escape speed was greatly reduced. Only by rushing to the disciples of the same sect to seek shelter as soon as possible could he save his life.

After sensing Zhan Nianchuan's sudden appearance and killing the scorpion, he knew that the next target must be himself, so he immediately swung his sword to cut off his right leg and began to escape.

Although he lost the scorpion's body and his right leg, it was better than losing his life.

As long as he is alive, everything has hope and everything can start over.

This guy who stole the fruits of his victory is definitely not at the third level of Qi Condensation. Judging from the fluctuation of the mana in his sword, he must be at least at the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

This bastard is so insidious that he even wants to hide his cultivation level and lure me into a trap. How shameless! Sun Jian thought bitterly.